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“Venti Americano,” Leonard orders, eyes bleary and head hanging heavy due to a severe lack of sleep from the night before. He squints at the barista’s nametag (James), not having enough energy to lift his head high enough to look at his face.
Mercifully, the barista doesn’t feed…
When Annabeth opens her final present, the one Percy had insisted (not at all suspiciously) that she save for last, she stares into the box for a long moment and then lets out a loud peel of laughter.
“You actually got me one! I don’t believe it!” she exclaims, pulling out the brand new blue and orange jersey and holding it up. “You know this won’t change anything, right? I’m still cheering for the Yankees.”
“Oh, I know. But now you have your own jersey, so you can stop stealing mine when you want to seduce me,” Percy says, grinning with satisfaction at her startled look. “What, did you really think I wasn’t going to catch on after the first couple of times? I can’t hardly wear that thing any more without thinking about all the dirty things you’ve done with it on.”
Annabeth presses the jersey against her chest, and asks, “And you think this one will have the same effect, huh? Not all jerseys are created equal.”
“Guess we’ll find out once you try it on,” Percy says with a heated smirk, getting up and tugging her to her feet. “Won’t we?”
“Sneak,” Annabeth replies, stroking her hand along his jaw before she leans in for a kiss. Really, there are better ways of guaranteeing Christmas sex than issuing her a challenge she can’t refuse, but she’s won’t complain about this too much. “Clean up the wrapping paper and meet me in the bedroom?”
He nods, hopping over the couch to grab a trash bag, and Annabeth saunters back to the bedroom to change. She barely gets her clothes off and the jersey buttoned up before Percy’s at her side and trying to take it off her again. Her Christmas present spends the night rumpled on the floor at the foot of the bed, and she can say with certainty that the new jersey works just as well at riling up Percy’s libido.